"Wife, wait for here, I’ll be back shortly!" Ye Zi’an laughed as he untied their clothes. The al had already begun after the wedding ceremony, and Ye Zi’an still needed to go to toast.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Yang Chuxia waved her hand, suddenly rembering that the groom usually gets quite drunk during these events. She smiled and slyly patted Ye Zi’an’s shoulder, "Drink less when you co back. If you really can’t avoid it, pretend to be drunk, understood?"
Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but laugh at her words, and stretched out his hand to hook under Yang Chuxia’s chin, "Wife, are you that impatient?"
"Stop fooling around and hurry up. The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll co back." She slapped away Ye Zi’an’s hand and began to take off her phoenix crown. Of course, this phoenix crown was different from the typical phoenix crown, as the phoenix on it was actually a mythical bird. It was said that only the nobility could wear the real phoenix crown, which was different from the ordinary crown worn at weddings. The feathers on the crown differed according to one’s rank. Well, it must be said that ancient tis had many intricate customs.
Seeing that she was struggling to remove the crown herself, Ye Zi’an helped her take it off before leaving the bridal chamber.
After leaving the chamber, he called over two maidservants, "You stay here and take good care of the madam, and you go get her sothing to eat."
"Yes"
"Yes"
Yang Chuxia listened to the crisp and slightly childish voices outside, feeling sowhat unfamiliar. She thought to herself that it didn’t sound like Xiu’er.
So she called out, "Xiu’er, Xiu’er!"
Soon, a maid of eleven or twelve years, with a bright and clever appearance, entered, "Madam, do you have any orders?"
"Who are you?"
"To answer madam, this servant is Mingcui, bought by Old Master to serve madam. Sister Xiu’er just went to prepare hot water for madam."
Listening to the glib-tongued little maidservant, Yang Chuxia was quite surprised. She thought about how Mingcui addressed her as ’madam’ and was bought by the ’old master,’ and quickly realized what happened. She thought, Brother An has even bought servants? But the title ’old master’ is awkward. An eighteen-year-old old master? Yang Chuxia almost couldn’t help but laugh.
"Alright, I understand. There’s nothing else. You can go out."
"Yes, Madam!" Giving a slight bow, the little maid left. Yang Chuxia raised her eyebrow, finding the girl quite well-behaved.
As for Ye Zi’an, upon leaving the bridal chamber, he was dragged away by Mu Shaoling and his friends to drink at various tables. Despite so people intentionally shielding him, he still drank quite a bit.
It was only the first afternoon al, and because it was his first ti hosting a wedding for his daughter, Yang Dachuan added two extra als to the banquet. Thus, there would be more drinking later in the evening.
Ye Zi’an couldn’t help but think of Yang Chuxia’s instructions and secretly giggled a few tis. He then pretended to stumble, but was luckily supported by Fugui.
Fugui, the clever boy, saw soone coming to toast and shouted, "My son-in-law is drunk! Drunk! He can’t drink anymore!"
Yang Dachuan ca over and saw that Ye Zi’an was leaning on Fugui, so he had people help him to rest, thinking that there would be another al in the evening and not letting him return to the bridal chamber.
However, when everyone wanted to find the groom for more drinking in the evening, they couldn’t find him. When they finally did, Fugui was blocking the door of the room where the groom was resting, saying that Zi’an hadn’t woken up yet.
Mu Shaoling, being a sharp person, understood the situation and simply dragged Ye Zi’an’s friends back to continue drinking.
As for our groom, at this mont, he was energetically making his way towards the small building, step by step.
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